Page 8 of The Billionaire's Cinderella

So I guess I sidestepped into the Twilight Zone when I wasn’t looking. Because none of those topics are relevant to tonight’s big question about whether we’re going to spend tonight in bed with each other or not. But my driving curiosity doesn’t seem to care.

On a normal night, I’m happy to take a woman like this any way I can get her. No questions asked, no regrets.

Guess this isn’t shaping up to be a normal night.

But how to put all that into words without sounding like a would-be stalker nut job?

“Here’s the thing,” I tell her. “Whether we fuck each other tonight or not, I want you to be as into me as I’m into you. If we’re on the same page about that, then let’s get out of here. See what happens.”

I live and die a million times, waiting…waiting…

She takes her time about answering, hitting me with a searching look that slowly softens into a smile.

“And the cake…?”

A surge of triumph nearly knocks me on my ass.

“Oh, we’re bringing the cake with us,” I say, a silky note creeping into my voice of its own accord. “I’ve got big plans for that cake.”

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